Prologue

The little blonde girl cried as another man climbed between her plump thighs, forcing his thick cock up into her tight bleeding pussy. she screamed as it slowly sank in, sliding all the way up into her womb, her virgin blood lubrication its passage.

This was the seventh man to mount her this way, she already had them all in her bum many times and then in her mouth, her throat was still sore from taking the men's cocks all the way down. She has drunk many pints of their gooey sperm, she was going to drink much more before they are going to be done with her.

At the side of the bed a pretty blonde woman was kneeling on the floor, she is also naked and gasping in pain as the black man behind her slowly thrusts his huge, long thick cock into her bowels, his big hands fondling her large firm breasts. She looked much like the little blonde girl on the bed being fucked mercilessly by the blonde man, who seems intent on hurting her.

Another woman is there too, but she was fully dressed and watched the precedings with interest. She was sitting on the bed next to the blonde woman, watching the action with an evil smile and stroking the little girl's hair. She had long red hair and sparking green eyes and was smiling at the sobbing, whimpering woman.

She leaned close to the blonde woman and whispers something into her ear, the woman sobs and shakes her head.

The red-haired woman laughed and signalled to the men standing around the bed. They closed in on the two again and soon the little girl had a thick cock in every hole, as did her mother. They would spend many months like this, sperm being fed to them as their only meal, their only source of food until the blonde woman capitulates and accepts what the red-haired woman demands of her.

But by then they would both be completely broken and eager to serve in whatever way she chose.

Chapter 1

Barrington Westward didn't like his name. He hated it and he hated his stepmother for giving it to him after his birth-mother died in childbirth with him.

Monica Westward was the tall, imposing white woman married to his father. She had been taking care of them both for so long now that his dad didn't even bother to work any more. The man had completely lost his independence, the stronger woman dominating the small black man. He did all the things she demanded and much more, expecting the teenager to follow suit. But Barry didn't listen to either him or his stepmother, he rebelled for a while and did what he pleased staying out late at night and coming home in the early hours of the morning.

Monica just smiled in amusement, not even bothered, which infuriated the teen. He wanted to piss her off and didn't seem able to.

The broke one of her expensive vases, she had it cleared up and replaced with an identical one that even had the little crack along the top.

Nothing he did annoyed her, even calling her 'Monica' didn't seem to phase her at all.

She came in from her shipping company and took his father up to their room for sex, then they would come back down and eat dinner. He always arrived home early, doing his studies before she arrived. His dad would often smile at him making the young man angry at his total acceptance of their situation.

"Can't you get a little backbone?" he shouted at the man once, "Do you have to do everything she wants?"

"Yes," his father nodded with a smile, "I do!"

"Why?"

"Because she gives me what I need and I give her what she needs. It works out for both of us!" his father told him with abundant patience, "Plus, I love her. I always have and I believe she loves me too. We've been together since your mother died seventeen years ago, giving birth to you. She has been the only woman I wanted since then and the only mother you've ever had." Barry threw up his hands, walking away unable to defeat his father's logic, knowing that he was actually right and hating it.

Monica caught him trying to steal money from her purse one day. She laughed at him, taking out the bills and stuffing them into his pocket, untroubled by his 'theft'.

"If you want money you only have to ask!" she chuckled, "You know, this rebellious behaviour is very amusing. You've never been a bad boy, or a thief. I guess this is all part of the 'act', eh?"

"Why can't you just get angry at me, shout at me, something?" he screamed.

Her face went cold, her eyes like frozen green jewels. He suddenly saw a side of her he didn't want to mess with.

"You wouldn't want to see me angry, Boy!" she told him, making his skin goosebump.

He swallowed the huge lump in his throat and licked his dry lips. Then her face brightened again and he felt relief. She stroked his cheek and smiled at him in amusement.

"I love you and your father very much, I wish you could understand that!" she told him and then walked out of the room, leaving him feeling very wrong indeed.

Barry behaved himself after that encounter, never forgetting the frightening cold eyes that stared into his that afternoon. He suddenly had felt that if she didn't want the two of them, they could disappear and no one would even know. It frightened him more than his pretend hatred for the woman who had been his only mother for his entire life, and if he was honest with himself, she had always treated him very well, even if she hadn't shown him any real affection, in truth he was just being an arse-hole.

He still didn't like the name she had given him though, he planned to change it by deed-poll to Andrew or James when he left home.

His stepmother and father came into the living room. The red-haired woman towered above his father, both of them looked bright and exhausted. They had just had sex again, they seemed to be fucking much more often now. Barry was a little jealous, he had never even kissed a girl yet, all of his tuition was private and held at a small house where the only other face he saw was the woman's ten year old daughter. He just didn't have any friends his age and none seemed to live around here.

Miss Jennifer Harvey was the new teacher his stepmother had sent him to, he had been with old Mrs Thomas for many years, but she had retired now and this younger, much more attractive and sexy woman had taken over.

She was a hot-looking woman who taught him his lessons and played him recordings of lessons. She was bright and funny, making him laugh all the time and she was always very affectionate, hugging him all the time when he did well, always pleased with his work. Miss Harvey had a very nice body, she was as tall as he was and her firm breasts always bulged in his face when she bent over him at his desk.

He liked watching her bottom as she wriggled around the room and wanted to lick those sexy calves of hers.

She was a very sexy woman and he dreamed of fucking her, always getting erections around her.

Her daughter, Holly Harvey, was always coming in during his lessons now, sitting in the empty chair next to his and grinning at him.

She was an extremely pretty child and had an unusually sexy face for a little girl.

Holly always wore those short dresses that rode up to show her plump, meaty little bottom and that fat, fat pussy, the girl never seemed to wear panties at all. He had started to notice that there was always a greasy sheen between the girl's chunky buttocks and her pussy slit was always open and glistening with her juices. It was as if she had been playing with herself before coming down to sit with him.

She gave him that 'horny' look that she always gave him when she came down. He hadn't noticed it as that until now, the girl's face almost saying 'fuck'.

"Would you like to smell something nice?" she asked him one day. He looked at her and she put her fingers under his nose. He smelt a strong, pungent odour that actually made his cock swell in his pants.

He turned and looked at the ten year old and saw her smoky eyes and her huge grin.

"Want's that?" he asked in a low voice.

"It's my pussy!" she grinned.

Barry got home and was still in shock. The girl had actually been fingering her crotch and held her wet fingers up in front of his nose for him to smell.

It seemed as though the child wanted him to notice her much more than he had first thought, it was probably the reason she didn't wear any panties.

Barry was so starved of sexual attention that he actually started thinking about the girl, wondering how much she knew about sex or if she had ever really 'done it'. She seemed very 'hot', more than a girl her age should be.

Every time he went to his class now, he noticed the little girl, her meaty bottom, her plump pussy-lips and nymph-like thighs, the smoky look in her marble-grey eyes.

Miss Harvey seemed to be encouraging her daughter to spend time with him too, leaving them alone together for hours at a time.

The little girl kept taking her juicy fingers and holding them up to his nose all the time, asking him if he liked the smell.

"Would you stop doing that?" he complained, his cock getting very hard.

"No! I want you to smell it!" she said giggling.

"Why?" he asked in frustration, his cock now very hard and hurting him.

"Because I want you to taste it!" she grinned, still holding the gooey fingers in front of his nose.

"What?!!" he gasped in shock, the smell of her pussy-coated fingers getting him very hot.

"I want you to suck my fingers and taste my pussy!" she grinned, "Go on, taste it!"

He recoiled, but just then the door opened and Miss Harvey came in. Suddenly the little minx leapt up onto him, hooking an arm around his neck and holding him firmly. He yelled in surprise just as she stuck her gooey, wet fingers into his mouth, holding it deep.

"Suck them or I'll tell my Mummy you touched my pussy!" she whispered into his ear.

The boy gave a frightened moan and reluctantly sucked down on her juicy fingers, tasting that tang of her essence and feeling his cock throbbing at the thought of tasting a little girl's pussy-juice.

"Holly, leave Barry alone and sit down. He has more lessons, when he's done you two can go up to your room and play!"

Barry was mortified, he didn't want to 'play' with the girl at all.

As he sat next to her though, he felt her hand stroking his crotch, finding his cock and squeezing it through his trousers. He tried to pull her hand away, but Miss Harvey told him to concentrate on his lessons and he had to endure the little girl's attentions for the entire lesson, his cock so hard that it hurt him quite badly.

"I want to play with your 'thing' when you come up to my room!"

she whispered when her mother turned away to the small blackboard.

Barry couldn't believe what he was hearing. This little ten year old white girl was actually telling him that she wanted to play with his cock?

The teen stared at her until her mother turned and saw him.

"Barrington? Is there a problem?" she asked.

Barry shook his head.

"No Miss Harvey!" he grinned nervously.

The blonde teacher smiled knowingly and went back to her lesson. Barry tried to push Holly off, but the girl had her hand under the desk now, gripping his erect cock through his trousers and was not letting go.

He sat on her bed, watching her prance around the room, her chunky bottom so perky and firm, rolling behind her as she walked, just like her mother's.

His cock had not gone down and the little white girl had been fondling it all afternoon.

He was on a break now, Miss Harvey had insisted that the two of them take it in Holly's bedroom. He was confused as to why she would force him to go in there with the little sex-pot, but he had obeyed her and now watched as the little girl walked back to the door and turned the key, grinning at him as she came back over to him and stood between his legs.

"I wanna see it!" she smiled, her eyes wild with excitement. He hesitated, knowing that she could make his life very uncomfortable if he didn't let her see his cock.

He sighed in resignation and undid his belt, pulling down his zip and then raising up to pull his trousers and undershorts down off his hips, exposing his large teenage cock.

"Ooooooh!" she cooed, "It's big!"

She grasped it, making his gasp, licking her lips as she fondled it in her strangely skilled young hands.

"It's so hard!" she sighed, "I bet you'd like it if I sucked it for you?"

Barry couldn't believe what he had just heard, she wanted to suck his cock?

He nodded before he could think, seeing the little white girl's big grin and the gasping as her wet mouth devoured the swollen head of his cock.

"Mmmmmm!" she hummed around him.

"Ooooooh!" he moaned, never having felt anything like that in his life.

He was unable to steer his thoughts, the pleasure of the child's lips and tongue was immeasurable, her skills with her mouth incredible.

She suckled his cock as though she was trying to get milk from him, sucking her mouth off and the licking the shaft. Then she sucked it back into her mouth and started working her head up and down, sucking hard and stopping at the tip to rub her tongue around the sensitive head, making him moan.

She giggled and did that again and again, her small hands playing with his balls, rolling and gently squeezing them.

Barry felt tightness in them, his cock throbbed and lurched, the little girl moaning in delight. She sucked down on him, working her lips up and down faster, her hand gripping his shaft and rubbing as her mouth swallowed more of him down her throat.

Barry squealed like a stuck pig as he orgasmed, his sperm blasting into the ten year old white girl's eager mouth, feeling her suckling for dear life, gulping down his copious seed until all was gone. Then she gently licked his cock tip, smiling up at him.

"You taste Yummy!" she grinned.

Barry walked home, still dazed at what had occurred that afternoon. He could almost still feel the child's lips on his cock, tonguing him, sucking him. He could still see the delight on her pretty young face as she drank his creams, gulping the lot down as if it were a delicious desert she were experiencing.

Mrs Harvey had seemed very pleased with him when they went back down stairs, hugging him against her delicious body and telling him what a good boy he had been and kissing his mouth briefly. He was surprised by this new action and she sat him back down, stroking his hair.

"What a good boy you are!" she smiled, "I will let you mother know how well you've behaved. She'll be very pleased!"

Holly kept grinning and licking her lips, whispering that he was delicious and that she was going to 'drink' him every day from now on. It was his very first sexual experience and he knew that he wanted some more. He intended to let the girl do whatever she wanted, hoping that she fucked him as well. He reasoned that she probably fucked too, after all, isn't that what some girls did? Sucked cock and fucked? At least that's what he had always been led to believe.

His stepmother was waiting for him at the front door of their home when he arrived. She looked very pleased, pulling him into her arms and hugging his face into her smooth, hard breasts. "I'm told that you've been very good with your lessons today," she said as she stroked his head as it lay in the deep cleavage, "I am very pleased with how you've progressed and I'm going to buy you that Gameboy that you've always been asking me for!" He raised his face out of her breasts, his cock hard now from the contact with her wonderful flesh.

"Really?" he asked, his eyes bright with excitement.

"Yes Sweetheart," she smiled, pulling his face back into her heaving breasts, "You deserve it!"

She held him like that for ages, his cock now pressing into her thigh as she cooed to him, stroking his hair.

Holly sucked his cock every day now, tonguing the swollen head and sliding her amazing mouth all the way down to the root of his throbbing penis, pressing her chin against his clenching balls. He was shocked that she could do that, that she could take his long teen cock so deep into her throat like a man swallowing a sword. She would suck on him, working his cock unto he cried out and filled her eager young mouth with his seed, feeling her suckle on him, drinking all that he had to offer.

He would collapse on her bed, gasping as the girl finished and climbed up next to him slipping her gooey, pussy-coated fingers into his mouth. He tasted her tangy pussy-juices as he sucked, knowing that she was going to 'feed' him much more of her girl-slime before he was allowed back down to his lessons.

Her mother seemed to be leaving them alone more and more, longer and longer. It was almost as if she knew what was going on between her ten year old daughter and the seventeen year old boy. He began to feel as though she were letting the girl have time to do things with him, leading him on.

She had even started wearing much more revealing clothing too, her tops lower, her skirts and dresses higher, showing off much more of her delightful body to the excited teen.

The last time he went to his classes, she had leaned over him, her breasts in his face. He could almost feel the smooth firm flesh against his face as she reached over his head for a book. When she was done with his lesson she took him up stairs to her daughter's room and opened the door. Inside Holly was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a towel and grinning at them.

"Why don't you help Holly to dress while I make us some dinner, hmm?" she said to him, her hand sliding down his back and gently cupping his bottom before sliding off his back as if by accident. She pushed him inside and pulled the door closed behind her as she left him alone with the little under-age sex-pot.

She had sucked him off first, then mounted him after 'feeding' him her girlie-goo again. She had climbed up into his lap, crouching over him and then reached down, gasping him in her hand. She guided him to her greasy brown opening, she opened her mouth as she stared into his eye and pressed down onto him. He gasped as the warm rental entrance squeezed down over his cock and slowly sucked him into her sweet, tight bottom.

"Unngh!" she grunted, then she sat down onto his lap, taking his entire cock all the way up into her bowels with a satisfied sigh and then smiled at Barry's shocked face as her belly pressed firmly against his.

"Your 'thing' feels nice in my bum-bum, it's so big and hard and it's gone all the way up inside my belly!" she grinned breathlessly, holding the top of her tummy to show him where it was.

There was a knock on the door and Barry nearly shit himself. "Kids, are you done yet?" came Miss Harvey's voice.

"No Mummy, I'm still playing with Barry!" Holly gasped, Harry's cock throbbing in her tightly squeezing bum.

"Well, when you're both done I have some dinner ready for you!" she said.

"Ugh! OK Mummy!" the girl gasped again, "Ooooooh!"

The sound of the woman walking away was followed by Holly raising up and moaning as his cock slid out part way and gasping as it slid thickly back up into her very tight warm arse-hole, sliding back deep into her bowels again. She had her feet firmly planted on the bed, her hips hunched forward.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh..." she grunted each time his cock slid into her rectum.

Barry gasped, clutching her hips, feeling the amazing grip of the child's bottom and loving it.

Very quickly his balls tightened and he came hard up inside her, deep in her hot young bowels.

"Ooh!" she squealed in delight, gasping with him as his cock throbbed and jumped in her bottom.

She giggled as he sat there, catching his breath, his cock still throbbing in her clutching arse.

"Mmmmmm!" she cooed, "That was really nice. I want to do that all the time now!"

Miss Harvey was smiling happily as she set a plate of food before the teen. She sat and kept eyeing her daughter.

Barry couldn't get over the fact that she had sucked his cock clean after she had finished riding him. She had gobbled up his meat, sucking all of her anal juices off him, leaving his cock clean and then she jumped up, grinning at him.

Barry felt as though Miss Harvey knew everything, he blushed with embarrassments, not looking at her at all.

"I'm glad you two are getting on. It's so good to have someone for her to play with. It's been so long since she had a friend." she smiled at him.

"I... Err, I don't mind!" he said without looking at her, feeling his cock hardening again.

His stepmother was very pleased when she got the report from his teacher, Miss Harvey. She was so pleased that she hugged him and kissed him right on the mouth.

"You've been such a good boy for Mummy, haven't you?" she told him hugging him against her, stroking his back.

"Err... Yeah, Mum!" he said, feeling uncomfortable with the way she was caressing him while she pressed her awesome body against him.

"Good, then I can go ahead and get you that new laptop you wanted!" she smiled as she moved her hand down his back and started to massage his buttocks in her strong hand.

"T..thanks Mum!" he stammered, unsure of how to react to what she was doing.

His father came home from an errand that his stepmother had sent him on, going with her up to their room and Barry could hear their energetic lovemaking.

That evening, while he was laying in his bed, there was a knock at his door and his stepmother floated into the room, wearing her flimsy, gauzy nightie. He could see her body through the transparent material and even the hair on her pussy.

She smiled at him and Harry's cock roared to attention as she came and sat on his bed, her large breasts completely visible to him through the gauzy material.

She smiled at him, stroking his cheek and then running her hand down his smooth chest.

"You know, you are so much like your father, so handsome and so gentle." she smiled.

She sat closer and caressed his face, then pulled him to her, kissing his mouth with incredibly soft lips. She pulled back and let him lay back down.

"Now be a good boy and sleep, you have a full day tomorrow with Miss Harvey!" she said and left, gliding out of the door.

Barry took a long time to fall asleep, when he did, he dreamed about his stepmother laying on top of him, fucking the shit out of him as Miss Harvey and her daughter watched, sitting naked on the same bed.